Sometimes there is silence. You can feel the moment. As if it were made of crystal. Pure, glimmering, and you know that if you touch it in just the right way, you might even hear it sing. In these rare times your body, mind, and spirit are perfectly in tune with nature. In these fleeting moments, you find peace -- and something more. Clarity. You can bear witness, if to no one else but yourself, to the simplicity in the complex. Tiny sands in time when the unknown becomes known and the light of dawn breaks over the night sky. These are the moments of greatness.

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It was during one such moment that I first saw him. His eyes caught mine within their steely glare and I was lost for a moment.

The library is a good place for silence; it is often a retreat when I need time and solitude. It is a place to escape. Millions, perhaps billions, of words, none of them spoken ... save for the hushed whispers of one diligent student of...

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